Make a Mask

Make a mask
That you may ask
What you want to be.

A fearful face
May be replaced
By one of bearish glee.

I might hide
My prickly pride
Inside a trusty tree.

If you despise
Your old disguise
Then wear the starry sea.

In the end
What you pretend
Is likely what you’ll be.

Illustration by MM.

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